I’m Watching the Midday News

when an unexpected whirl of wind tosses grey veils of rain

across the Common; gobbets of roof-tile moss and mud

plop on my doorstep. The parakeets, no doubt bewildered,

flung among new-leafed trees, are blown to destinations

never planned for. Flowers I planted yesterday fight for

their lives in sodden borders. The sky turns dark. I switch

on every light, write this… Abruptly it is over. Blue sky,

calm cirrus clouds, warm spring sun and I, sitting foolish

in the spotlight by my tall wide windows on a shining day,

war still roaring from the TV screen.